future home.
i'm maddy. i'm 17. once described by someone as an irregular verb. i don't like silence or stillness because at this stage of my life, im just trying to capitalise on being alive, while it lasts. im a messy sleeper, feet hanging out over the edge of my mattress, nothing tucked in anywhere -- i really don't know why i am telling you this; probably because i assume no one is going to read it. i tend to overthink things and analyse the shit out of life, and when i try not to, it resorts in my rambling. Like now. Forgive me, i'm maddy, what was your name again?
